Author's Note: Hey all. I get alot of my chapter inspiration from songs. This chapter it's Wild Thoughts by Dj Khaled, Rihanna, and Bryson Tiller. Remember to review. I have so many WIP projects that I've been working on them based on demand. Hope you all enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think!

Valentina POV

The drive was made in silence. Joker sat silently next to me tapping away on his phone. It was almost disturbing how normal he seemed in that moment. Who would have thought. The Clown Prince of Gotham was obsessed with gaming apps on his phone. I wasn't crazy enough to disturb his gaming. I frowned as the car came to a stop outside an industrial area.

The Joker finally put his phone away meeting my questioning eyes.

He seem to contemplate what to do next as the others exited the car.

"That dress is stunning. I would hate for it to be covered in blood before we even make it to our final destination. Hmmm." His face broke out into a sudden grin. "Oh well. I'll just kill anyone who even thinks of ruining your dress. Come on doll, let's go pre-game"

I shook my head in disbelief before quickly getting out of the car and making my way to his side as he and about four of his men headed into the factory.

I wanna say that it surprised me that someone was being tortured in a chair in the center of the warehouse but it didn't. Hell there were times when I'd done way worse than what I was seeing now.

"Wow Mr. Joker you sure know how to show a girl a good time," I joked. The Joker stared at me for a moment, his shoulders tense as he stared me down, his face emotionless. I feared for a second that I had pissed him off. But then he did the unexpected. He laughed. Even throwing his tattooed smile over his mouth even as his eyes danced with mirth. When he composed himself he looked from me then to the man barely conscious in the chair.

"My bloody Valentine...isn't she a keeper? Don't you agree Mr. Norman?"

The man of course didn't respond to him. Not that the Joker expected one. He snapped his fingers. Dread set in when Frost appeared seemingly out of thin air, a girl about 14 in his grip.

"Dad!" The girl cried. She tried to go to her father but Frost held her to his side.

Her father began to sob. Then he finally looked at the Joker.

The hatred burning in his eyes was mesmerizing. It was the look only someone could possess looking at the center of their universe being threatened.

"Let my daughter go. She has nothing to do with this Joker."

The Joker pretended to think it over.

"I would but you see...You tipped off the boys in blue about my business dealings the other day. And that's not something I can just let go," he said as he moved to stand infront of the crying girl.

The man in the chair began to struggle again.

"Mr. Joker please! Kill me but let my Cassie go, please!"

My own heart began to speed up. Surely J wasn't that far gone to kill a kid.

Faster than anyone could blink Mr. J had his gun touching the temple of the girl's head.

His attention on the girl's father. "He's what's going to happen. We're going to play Russian Roulette. By the end of this game. One of you is gonna be dead and the other goes free."

I took a step toward Joker just as he pulled the trigger. I flinched as the girl cried.

Blank. He then turned the gun on the father and pulled the trigger. The tied up man flinched but became panicked again as Mr. J pointed the gun back on his daughter again.

He went to pull the trigger but I wouldn't have it.

Elbowing the closes goon, I grabbed his side arm. Aimed it at the father and pulled the trigger.

The Joker spun around to look at me. The girl wailed as her father's body slumped over.

I knew he would be pissed. Oh well. I may be a killer but even I drew a line somewhere.

He snapped his finger and Frost practically dragged the sobbing girl away.

Then Joker looked pass me to his men.

"Well boys, that took an interesting turn. Not quite the show I was hoping for," he said calmly. But it was clear as he met my eyes again that he was anything but calm. If looks could kill.

"Everybody, clean this up. Somebody drop the girl back off at home and tell Frost its time to go."

I prepared myself for his wrath but he simply gave me an unreadable expression before motioning to the door.

"Let's move on to a different scenery."

I nodded following him out the warehouse.

I did my best remain as quiet and under his radar as possible. He hadn't yelled or laughed. And that unnerved me more than anything. I faced out the window and stolen glances at Joker to see him once again playing some game on his phone.

Maybe he would let this all go. I'd just do my best not to potentially piss him off again tonight. Just as I came to my own agreement, one of the goons in the front seat turned on the radio.

A familiar melody reached my ears:

Tell me would you kill to save a life?

Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?

Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn

This hurricane's chasing us all underground.

The Joker growled next to me, I looked at him just in time to watch him throw his phone on the floor somewhere. Then with no warning, my head snapped to the side under the blow he delivered a cross my my face.

No matter how many deaths that I die, I will never forget

No matter how many lives that I live, I will never regret

I resisted the urge to touch my aching face. His voice low and deadly.

"If you ever undermine my authority like that again in front of my men. I will have you begging daddy to put a bullet in your brain," he said, not waiting for a reply he grabbed his phone off of the floor then hopped out of the car as we came to a stop again outside his club.

There is a fire inside of this heart.

He didn't so much as look back at me knowing I would follow.

And a riot about to explode into flames

I took a deep breath to calm my own emotions. I met Frost's eyes in the mirror.

"Listen lady. Word of friendly advice. Don't make the boss look bad if you wanna come out of this alive."

With that he got out of the car and I followed, catching up to the Joker just as he disappeared into the crowded club.

Joker POV

I thought she'd been calling out to me as my very own persephone but between earlier and now. I knew for sure without a doubt who she was. She wasn't a temptation to the underworld. She was Hades himself or in this case herself reincarnated. That was the only answer. I watched from my VIP section as she danced in the midst of the others, her fifth drink in her hand.

I don't know if you could take it

I'd had one of the boys behind the bar slip her a little something in her second drink to loosen her up some.

White girl wasted on that brown liquor

When I get like this I can't be around you

She'd been a buzz kill since our little spat in the car. Choosing to be out there with the others instead of by my side.

I'd had some business associates to meet with so I'd let her do her own thing under the watchful eye of a few of the boys.

But now that all the business for tonight was done, I wanted my bloody Valentine's attention.

The others around her continued to dance even as Frost escorted her off of the dance floor, heading my way.

When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts

Wild, wild, wild

When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts

She'd looked as beautiful as ever from my view of her but the moment she stepped through the door I felt a stirring in my groin.

Her brown skin glowed. Her hair was wilder than usual and her skin burned hot with sweat. Her cheeks had a red tint in them.

I motioned her forward.

Valentina POV

After the little incident in the car, I'd decided to make the most of the night. After the first drink the sting in my cheek went away. The Joker gave me some parting words about 'behaving for daddy' then surprisingly leaving me be. The bartender knew I was here with his boss, so I had open bar all night. I'd been dancing with a really good looking guy and was just plotting how I could get a quickie in with him without Joker noticing when Frost tapped me on the shoulder. He didn't even have to say anything. I already knew I was being summoned.

But not even going to see the Joker could ruin my mood. My skin was tingling and I didn't have a care in the world.

Stepping through the entrance of the VIP section I got a churning in my stomach when Mr. J turned around from his view of the dance floor.

He'd chosen a blood red button up which was now open. His chest tattoos on display for all to see. His gun holsters on each side. I licked my lips. When did he get this damn sexy?

He motioned me forward in a 'come hither' motion and I wanted nothing more in the world at this moment.

I hope you know I'm for the takin'

When my chest lightly grazed J's I looked into his icy eyes. He had a crazed glint in his eyes but beneath that was lust. I gave him a sultry look.

You know this cookie's for the baking

"Can I help you Mr. J?" I asked, running a finger down his chest. His voice was low and by far the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.

"Mmm daddy missed you," he said. "It's nice to see you having a good time, let's say we have a little party of our own here?"

I leaned up sucking on his earlobe.

He shivered.

When I'm with you, all I get is wild thoughts

I pulled back to look into his eyes as they became focused on my lips. He leaned down to come in for the kill.

That's when I made my move.

His back hit the wall, and a second later I had a small knife at his throat.

I ignored the slow grin that began to form on his lips as he eyed me curiously.

"I can enjoy a kinky lover," he said as his eyes danced with mischief. I felt a growl practically come from my throat at his flippant attitude.

"Let's get something clear Mr. J. I can take a hit like the best of em and I admit I was out of line for questioning your authority infront of your men. But don't you ever attempt to drug me again. You want me to fuck you? You seduce me like any other man. I ever catch any of that shit in a drink of mine again and I'll disappear so fast you'll never be able to find me." I said waiting for his response.

Anger flared in his eyes but was quickly replaced by lust once more.

"Damn. You may be my Queen just yet. No more happy town pills. Now put that knife down before you get yourself hurt."

I hesitated for a moment. He was breathing heavy as his eyes burned into mine. I tossed the knife over my shoulder. A full grin came across his face.

"Remind me to shoot the bartender who left that out for you to swipe."

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and smashed my lips to his. He needed no further encouragement. His tongue dancing with mine as they battled for dominance.

I heard that pussy for the taking

I heard it got these others goin' crazy

He moved us over to a sofa. He sat down forcing me to straddle his lap as not to break our kiss.

His hands roamed my backside pushing the dress up around my waist before he gripped my bare ass in his hands.

Fuck you till you're burned out, cremation

Make it cream, yeah, Wu-Tang

Throw that ass back, bouquet

Call me and I can get it juicy

I couldn't stop the moan as one of his hands strayed teasing me through the crotch of my panties.

We pulled apart to breathe. My hands found a place in his electric green locks ruffling them while I grinded myself against the hardness teasing me through the material of his slacks.

His kissing on my neck turns me on further as he whispers into my ear.

"Ready for daddy to fuck that attitude out of you?"

I sat up a little and smirked. His desire was barely being contained. I gripped his hair and grinded down on his hardness that refused to be ignored.

Our eyes met. His defiantly staring me down.

"Yes," I whispered.

A/N: The song in the car was "Hurricane" by 30 seconds to mars... our very own Jared Leto :)